Intro: Dom Pachino (Killa Sin)The cook out yo everybody's invitedOnly the righteous shit(only the righteousness open the bowl kid)The god degree (nothing but righteousness)The seeds (and uplefted)Yo check it (word up kid for real)(it's a family thing celebrate this shit)

[Dom Pachino]It's the big day rally with godsCars parked up in the drivewayIn the trenches with the suspensesGot to make a few stops get some shit from the pit stopBuild with the god ree he's on the blockWe did our bid together on the sixth buildingSmoked shit at rec time to keep our mind's filled inSpoke to killa sin on the bowl phoneWanted me to scoop him right quick, before we zonedHit downtown medina, my spot's blownKillarmy in your galaxy, the gods is knownFrom war poems to shattering bones and star domesZone off, blow your clone off, and take the crowd homeTo the cook out, digital phonebook outOn the look out for the girl scoutWith a cookie out, snatch killa upI-95, he knew the routeUnified a buck, in a war truckThe god rolling up as usualNew l.p. shaking the rear viewSlowly approaching the gateSmelling the god degreeTo see my fam together as one, it makes me happy

Chorus: Beretta 9 (2x)

Events like this keep my family tightDespite the mics, great minds think alikeWe ayalite, be a life, so, we could see the lightsRecite from the book of life, the book of life

[Islord]Aiyyo, to be exact, it's the god dead, a monkNice and hot, fastest ass on the blockThat's what we peeped outComing through with some phat shit to smoke outOn our way to the big day, where our whole family's atFrom the grandmas down to the starsParlaying and having a fantastic timeHanging out, cooking out, smoking out of my domePeace with the gods niece that i knewBack from knowledge culture knowledgeApartment 3-g, sitting back with meGradually, analyzing the sunshine over the familyAnd the seeds growing up tremendouslyFast right before your eyesNext thing you know they on size

[Killa Sin]All my life a waited for this, a day of pure blissCelebrate it with a kiss, twist a daq' a reminiseWay back, to the broke days, rocking prokaysThat was okay, but not good enough for mrs. fokayDamn, i used to love her like commonNot enough to understand the bond between woman and a manWhen i hunger, i guess because i was younger back thenPlus the fact i wasn't packing no meatA litte fat kid, hungry for some action dailySo i played laser tag with real gatsSuicide perhaps a skully by the black fenceIntense, my mind flashed a dipped in '96Yo, i'm on now, soldiers of the dark', underground hitPlus some shit, regardless, i made it that wayGrowing from the earth like a gardenSarving no more this kid is famishedAwaiting for the day that me establishedThe festival of the gods and the planets, we planning understandingGod damn, it feels good to have a natural meal that's untampered withLanding in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chefPants sagging off his ass, little children running wild in the grass